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1858.]  view of the case, without the previous history of the parties, Carl sat down and in his broken English told to his lawyer the story I have here attempted to record. It was impossible to doubt a word of it; for the simplicity and pathos of the narrative were above all art. Here was a simple case, which the boldest inventor of schemes to punish villany would have been afraid to use. Its truth is the thing that most startles the mind accustomed to deal with fictions.

We leave Carl to return to his farm with his wife, for whom he had suffered so much, and with the hope that no further temptation may come to him in such a guise as almost to make murder a virtue.

lonely Bay of Trinity, Ye bosky shores untrod, Lean, breathless, to the white-lipped sea And hear the voice of God!

From world to world His couriers fly, Thought-winged and shod with fire; The angel of His stormy sky Rides down the sunken wire.

What saith the herald of the Lord?— "The world's long strife is done! Close wedded by that mystic cord, Her continents are one.

"And one in heart, as one in blood, Shall all her peoples be; The hands of human brotherhood Shall clasp beneath the sea.

"Through Orient seas, o'er Afric's plain, And Asian mountains borne, The vigor of the Northern brain Shall nerve the world outworn.

"From clime to clime, from shore to shore, Shall thrill the magic thread; The new Prometheus steals once more The fire that wakes the dead!

"Earth gray with age shall hear the strain< Which o'er her childhood rolled; For her the morning stars again Shall sing their song of old.

"For, lo! the fall of Ocean's wall, Space mocked, and Time outrun!—